Perhaps it was the comment about the wife of his boss yet Saturday morning Mark awoke after having the same dream. This time there was more clarity. The attractive woman in the room was in a hospital bed again with a nurse talking to her holding something in her hand while another nurse brushed her hair.
Looking at the clock he knew he’d better get over to Madeline’s home before it was too late. Two weeks earlier he was late on a Saturday and Madeline actually put Mark over her knees and spanked him. He’d spent the day in a girls bathing suit helping prune her garden most of the morning.
Walking in 25 minutes later than he should have he saw the same bikini on the kitchen counter. Madeline merely pointed to it without looking up.
Marcie was caught out of position. The space between the barn and stable and the home large enough he wondered if he could make it before the man driving the lawn mower came back around. Madeline told him to bring some clean hand-towels down to the stables forcing the conundrum.
Earlier that mid-morning he discovered he’d forgotten to iron the sheets after taking them out of the dryer. Towing the line Madeline had him hold still while she put his hair in a pretty pair of pigtails to go with the bikini on his thin frame. Maintaining her promise it was part of the arrangement any mistakes and she’d up the game adding to Marcie’s feminine look.
“Of all days oh why did I have to be put in this bikini again…and these pig tails …I look like such a girl like this.”
It had been happening more and more he felt a presence on his chest that shouldn’t be there. He had always had somewhat large areolas for a male yet along with his nipples he could feel them and his breasts expanding in shape and size and contour. Living in denial it had been easy to dismiss.
Looking at the path if he took the grass it would be longer yet the road was filled with stones and maybe even rocks that would make it difficult to move in high heels if he ran.
4 bangle bracelets on his wrist his hands fell to rest on his hips while he thought. Letting his fingers tug an adjustment he pulled the edges of the bikini bottom resetting the piece of feminine swimwear. As an after-thought his hand sloped down on his butt like a woman smoothing her skirt. Truth was his bum too felt like it was enlarging some days it seemed to move on its own when he walked.
The grass with its sloping uphill climb would be the way. Darting out from the stable Marcie ran as best he could still concerned that his chastity cage may pop out and be exposed if he jogged to hard.
An 8 point buck eating berries off the tree by the porch had been around the other side of the home. The noise of the lawnmower startled it. Turning the corner it stopped both itself and Marcie when he saw the animal. Bounding by him Marcie turned to see Jasper riding the mower getting closer.
A wave of feminine objectification flowed over him seeing Jasper looking at what he thought was a pretty girl in a bikini and heels.
Just then Madeline stepped out onto the porch. Marcie went straight towards the woman taking shelter behind her frame.
Jasper smiled and waved at Madeline as he continued on cutting the grass.
In Madeline’s bedroom Marcie broke down and started crying like the gurl he was becoming. The time was upon the woman to carry him across the invisible line. Wiping his eyes dry Madeline removed the stud earrings replacing them with 3” hoops in silver.
“There darling…it’s just the two of us in here.”
The woman’s hand toyed with the top strings of the bikini moving them back in alignment. What she said next caught him off guard.
“I really think it’s time you moved on from that job.”
His hand softly touched the ribbon holding one of his pigtails in place.
“You want me to leave my company?”
More statement than question he looked at her.
“Money is not a concern of mine besides I’ve spoken with Sadie…..think of that nice women operating a hair salon out of her back-room in her house all these years....with her husband passed on she must feel so lonely some days…she let me know she could use a hand…what with you doing my hair some days and yours taking on such length well it could be a teaching moment Marcie…think how much she knows about creating beauty and doing hair styles….I’ve meant to tell her she has the prettiest eyebrows.”
Madeline’s finger ran across one of his.
“These could use a delightful contour made of them.”
Pulling open her blouse she lifted her breasts before easing his mouth to her engorged nipple.
“Come honey suckle why we chat… that’s nice just like that…yes I think Sadie could make something nice of your eyebrows…women have known all along how much it helps define their feminine expression.”
The HRT had softened his lips considerably while adding a plumpness to them.
“Breast feel so nice to have…I think you know what I’m talking about…you had quite a scare with Jasper…when men see a pretty thing in a bikini they can look so menacing…that’s it darling suck on them gently…your touch is sooo soft….shall I play with yours… I must tell you there are days when I think your nipples and areolas look so pretty…I’ve seen the way they firm up and pout out.”
Her hand reached in and slid inside his bikini top.
His soft moan said all she needed to hear.
“Yes there now baby so soft …tell me true has someone I know been rummaging through my intimate wear drawers when arranging my clean lingerie?…I’m certain I’ve found things askew especially my bras…I think my Marcie has been trying on a few.”
Taking her lipstick tube Madeline ran a shimmer of glimmering thickness across his lips.
“Lingerie just has that certain appeal…with all it’s pretty lace and ribbons and frills…..no worries honey…you’ve already had a fright for today… will talk about it another time….for now tell me…you want me to call Sadie and let her know she has a new helper correct?….why her farm is just down the road you could ride your bike there every Tuesday and Thursday afternoons.”
Pulling back Madeline looked at Marcie as though the decision had been made by the woman.
“And by the way she will be having a go at those eyebrows….I know just how they should appear.”
His cheeks lifted even without makeup they had a natural blush to them he knew he couldn’t tell her no.
“If you think it’s for the better Ma’am.”
“Very nice see your learning your woman knows best doesn’t she darling?”
Looking once more at her naked breasts he replied.
“Yes Ms. Madeline.”
“Very well let’s get you out of your bikini Marcie and have you bathe… I kind of forgot about it…you just may have some lovely tan lines.”
Madeline pulled him close giving a firm hug.
“If that’s the case its likely your days of using the male locker room are behind you.”
Her hand caressed his balls in the bathing suit.
“Pull away on your bikini strings….you’ve been so good lately I just may give you a treat…would you like a milking?…I think you would.”
He closed his eyes hoping it was true. Once a month for the last two Madeline probed his anal canal using a vibrator to make him spill his seed. Before that he’d heard of ‘milkings’ yet didn’t realize he could come without having his penis get hard.
As the bikini bottom fell off his body the distinct tan-lines as pretty as any girl would want went on display. Madeline held him close not wanting him to see what she had.
“Take my hand daring Marcie I’ll have you remove your top piece in front of the mirror so you can see for yourself.”
Mark held still as she closed the door with the floor mirror on the back of it.
What would his friends say?…..his body screamed girly tan-lines on top and bottom. It had always been a turn on when his buddies would go boating and find lovely girls going topless showing off their breasts outlined by tan-lines.
Madeline slid in behind hands on his hips she swayed hers back and forth as the two moved as one. A strong estrogen rush flowed through him once more as he looked at his thin body. His upper chest gave off the distinctive wiggle.
Marcie could no longer deny it....the t-girl stared at the mirror knowing he now had his own boobies.
“Darling I feel an emotional connection..I can tell our relationship is expanding …you know when that happens quite often a woman feels her nipples grow firm.”
Gently gliding to and fro Marcie and Madeline watched his nipples hardened as her hand tapped the anal plug.
‘My darling you feel it too don’t you baby…put a pretty smile on your face… I must tell you …you look so cute with pigtails and breasts Marcie dear…perhaps we should forgo the milking…I have a different idea in mind.”
Mark was pushing past the denial he had been living with.
“Turn and kiss your woman…you enjoy being with a dominant female..I can tell baby…have you ever thought about what it would feel like to have me inside of you?”
He was too afraid to admit it hoping his eyes gave her his answer.
Mark could feel his masculine resistance finally crumbling his thin arms sliding up and around her neck. When they’d first met and saw that she was she was taller he thought it was a concern yet now he liked being the smaller of the two needing to look up to the woman.
Seeing the twin pair of little boobies as Madeline looked in the mirror while holding him she could feel her vagina juices releasing.
A quick couple of fanny spanks had her giving the order
“On my bed Baby …hands and knees and keep you head looking forward…why I almost called you a good gurl….go….obey your dominant.”
It just seemed natural for Marcie to spread his legs and arch his back. The anal plug out the coolness of the fresh lube gave him a startle. The strap-on affixed Madeline gave a tug to its straps before feeling the fluid mix of warm vanilla yogurt and lemon juice she’d put into the ball-sac. Just like any girl losing her cherry she wanted Mark to feel the thrill of cream being left inside him.
Shaking the pigtails his head lifted up on feeling the 5” cock enter it felt too good to pretend it didn’t. Madeline knew over time the size of the cocks she could use would increase yet this first time she was more concerned with making him climax through penetration ever mindful of not hurting him.
The angle of Madeline’s i-phone camera was capturing most of it yet Marcie was unaware as his girlishness rose to the surface. He wondered what Mistress DLC would say when he told her he’d lost his anal virginity.
He next looked at the green checker board pattern on the cushions of the rocking chair. For some reason he thought they’d look cute. It dawned on Marcie that is was something a wife might think. He realized he was making the connection that it was really part of his developed feminine expression to notice things like that now.
Any lingering instinct to take control had abandoned him the cock moving in and out was awakening new nerve endings.
“Marcie I’ve thought all along you’d make for a wonderful housewife one day…feel it moving inside you…expanding…so nice to have a cock bringing out the woman within you….yes you never asked yet your smoothies are full of female hormones…ohhh sweetie this pretty butt of yours….and these lovely perky pair of boobies…you know what I already do…you’ll always need to be in a bra and panties.”
Madeline pressed her breasts against his back her hands slid down on either side and tugged at Marcie’s nipples. He squealed out the sensations amazing his swaying breasts seemed so full of life. Flexing her bi-ceps along the outside of his arms Madeline reminded him he was the weaker of the two.
“You’ll enjoy working at Sadie’s beauty salon…. Damn your little pussy feels so tight.”
Docile, effeminate, hearing it called his pussy he could feel the spectrum of feminine feelings expanding. There was one important one Madeline wanted to see from him.
“Roll on your back gurl I think you know what to do.”
Marcie slid around the moment she saw Madeline’s strap-on Mark lifted his legs high in the air spreading them wide. It was a sign of welcoming as if to say ‘please put your cock inside me’.
Just as Madeline had wanted Marcie had submissively shown a ‘gentle yielding nature’ as the cock slid back in. The budding t-girl wasn’t the first to ever say it.
“I never knew how nice a cock could feel inside my pussy Ms. Madeline.”
Marcie let her legs slide along-side Madeline’s hips his breathing labored in between moans the two watched as his caged-clitty let its cream ooze out spewing onto his thin tummy.
“My what an excited little kitty-kat of a t-girl you’ve become…you’d look cute wearing a Kitten-ears hairband.”
Madeline reached down the cock deep inside Marcie she squeezed the ball-sac releasing the concoction.
It was the first time he used the term yet wouldn’t be the last.
“Mistress Madeline…your coming… inside….”
Marcie finally said it moving past the denial to admit what he’d become…a t-gurl bursting with female hormones remaking his cellular structure.
“You’re coming inside my pussy…ohhhhh yessssss….ohhhhh yeessssss….make a woman of me, make a woman of me.”
Madeline pressed her body against his.
“Were going out tonight to meet with Sadie I’ve decided I want you to be her salon-girl so I bought you a lovely sundress and matching hat…won’t it be fun putting on our lingerie and doing each other’s makeup and hair? Soft as you are I’ll teach you how to tuck that little clitty of yours.”
Panties holding tight tucking his penis away the cute matching bralette held his lovely breasts in place. The pigtails brushed out Marcie presented as a lovely looking t-girl ready to learn more about displaying her feminine expression.
“Hello Ms. Sadie that’s a very pretty scarf.”
“Thank you Marcie dear now remain silent it’s time the big girls talked. So well-mannered Madeline I can see you’ve brought out the best in this pretty plaything. I’ll look forward to continuing her education in the ways of a woman.”
“Yes taking a male and turning him trans by my way of thinking it’s one less man feminists have to concern themselves with.”
“One day we shall overcome sister….until then it’s one male at a time brought to the light of the feminine.”
In the Historic East Village of Des Moines Blazzing Saddles or as most call it ‘the Saddle’ was an anchor for all gays in the city and surrounding metro areas since 1983. Open every day of the year they had seen the area go from a decaying part of the city to what it was now being gentrified and respectful.
Blessed with sensational Drag Queens that put on a stunning revue called ‘the legendary Saddle Gurl Showcast’ had an open stage on Wednesday nights after playing trivia games that seemed so popular in many LGBTQ friendly bars like Chicago’s ‘Big Chicks’.
Making a difference having raised and donated over $200,000 to charities thru ‘The Imperial Court of Iowa’ its mission had proved valuable in lifting the social consciousness. Yet the local LBGTQ community knew much more needed to be done. A national problem tracked by ‘The Human rights Campaign’ at least 22 transgender people 80% women of color have died of violence in America so far in 2020.
Jasper Jenkins leaned his elbow on the buffed-out wood of the railing separating the area from the pool table. Being Bi he’d been a regular at ‘The saddle’ for decades. The selection of craft beers enough to please the most discerning of patrons had him nursing his usual bottle of Papst wearing the hat with the same logo while identifying potential targets of opportunity.
He caught a glimpse of the older man in sunglasses with the younger male in leather pants with no t-shirt sitting on his lap. He mumbled to himself ‘there’s Timmy I’m glad to see he’s taken to the lifestyle and finally made it here…but that older guy…I must say he looks familiar’.
Just then Timmy lifted up and headed towards him as if to get a fresh round of drinks.
“Hey Timmy so good to see you.”
“Hello Mister Jasper…I want to thank you for helping me come out of the closet. After being shagged by you that day….well it took another 6 months or so yet I moved out and am living in town here now. Truth is I’ve always known I am a ‘Twink’ and now I am living like one.”
“Glad I could help…say who is that older guy you’re with he looks familiar? I think I met him once or twice…the money comes in automatic yet I think I cut the grass for his office building.”
“It’s Mr Gus …Gus Johnson…he owns a big company. He’s one of those closeted Christian conservative types that really is gay.”
Timmy playfully bit his lower lip.
“Though after the last couple of blow jobs I gave him he’s getting closer to coming out…I call him ‘Daddy’…he helps pay for my apartment here. One day he said he’s going to leave his wife now that his kids are grown….so we’ll see if my pretty butt in these leather pants can help him make the decision.”
“Tell him he doesn’t need to wear those sunglasses in here will ya’.”
An hour later Jasper waiting for the open-stage show to start had him spotting Madeline at a table.
“Hi Maddy…how’s my favorite brilliant librarian with…what is it 3 or 4 PhD’s….hope you’re doing well.”
“It’s only two but thanks Jasper. I must say you clean up nice…you know you gave my Marcie a scare there back 7 months or so ago…Truth is I’ll be completing my work soon and moving on.”
“She’s a really cute t-girl…different than the drag queens sometimes I see t-gurls like her and find it hard to believe they were ever a man.”
“She could use someone to look after her…I’ve always let her know I’d be moving on…it’s why I’ve had her learn how to be a salon girl so she has a skill set. She works for Sadie…”
Jasper interrupted her.
“I know Sadie…I cut Sadie’s grass once a month. Once her husband passed on I never charged her any money after that.”
The lights in the room dimmed as a spot light filled the small stage as a voice came over the speakers.
“Tonight we’d like to welcome a lovely t-girl making her debut…put your hands together for Marcie… a Kit-Kat of a kitty of a t-girl.”
Marcie strutted out in a pair of sheer black tights and 3” heels wearing a see-through leotard. Pushing out from her butt cheeks was a bushy faux cat-tail attached to an anal-plug to go with the pair of kitten ear headband. Fake whiskers drawn above her lips with a dark spot on the tip of the nose completed the look.
A brass pole put up just for Marcie’s show had the gurl holding it with one hand spinning around. Her naked perky breasts now with pierced nipples shown through the sheer garment jiggling to the delight of both her and the crowd at the Saddle.
His days of being a man behind her she primped and ‘pussy-catted’ her way on the small stage swinging the tail smiling when seeing the I-phone camera’s pop with lights while taking her picture.
Marcie now knew what it was like to be femininely objectified on a body turned t-girly.
Jasper looked at the woman.
“I have to tell you Madeline…that Marcie is one fine looking t-girl.”
“I think you two would make a lovely couple…..that’s if you’re ready to finally settle down a bit and take on a wife. I’d like to suggest you stop by the salon one day after I’m gone…bring some roses.”
“You’re one smart woman Madeline…there is always wisdom in your words.”
“Should you take her all the way there is one thing though that I’d like as a keep- sake to add to my collection.”
Suddenly Marcie saw Gus Johnson her old boss half looking at her half groping Timmy the boi-toy of a ‘Twink’ on his lap. Falling to her knees in front of Gus her hands moving to scoop up her A-cups she looked right at him.
“Hello Mr. Johnson…remember me…I used to me Mark when I worked for you…but now…chocked full of female hormones I am a pretty t-girl named Marcie.”
Her hand playfully made a cat like motion rolling her painted fingernails as talons as she lightly growled out in her girlish voice as only a t-girl of a Kitty-Kat would.
Gus hadn’t noticed yet Timmy had slipped the man’s cock out from his pants and was stroking it. A hint of jealousy in his voice Timmy whispered “I can be a gurl too if you’d like Daddy.”
Marcie looked at Timmy.
“You’re such a lovely Twink.”
“Names Timmy….Thanks Marcie…you’re pretty too.’
“Make him come Timmy…maybe it will help him realize he should be out like the rest of us in the gay community.”
As though he had just processed that Mark was now Marcie Gus smiled.
Just then the closeted gay man grunted on feeling a wet mouth slurping his manhood.
“Ohhh damn Timmy ….wait ohhhh fuck…I’m coming my lovely twink.”
The next morning laying naked with Timmy at his side Gus made the call to his wife.
Madeline texted DLC ‘so glad we’re past the ugly duckling stage…and the point of no return’.
The reply simply said ‘I got those pretty pussycat pics Madeline…check out the new page on my site’.
The accumulation of the past many months of a year and a half of pictures had been edited so only the good ones were put up.
“Marcie, a kitty-kat of a t-gurl…officially welcomed into the sisterhood forever as DLC gurl.”
Prophetic as his dreaming the room had the morning light coming in. A look of contentment on the pretty thing in bed had her holding still as a young female calmly brushed her hair out while an older Asian nurse spoke slowly unbuttoning the clean pajama top.
In a voice that let all know she was from Thailand the nurse smiled.
“Marcie…you now even more so a pretty lady…shall we have look…like you want…. big nipples and areolas…very ladylike.”
Pulling the top open Marcie saw that the breast augmentation had left her with the full breasted look only a pair of double ‘D-cups’ have. Marcie slid her head to the side as she looked down to see she would always need a large-cup bra to make her way through life.
As the bed covering was pulled lower it only felt natural to spread her legs. Had he still been Mark he might have protested…yet Mark was no longer…a thing of the past…turned t-girl by a pair of dominant women…taken from manhood....now brimming with estrogen....pulled into the sisterhood....both as a DLC gurl…and now a woman…from top to bottom….from his long blond hair to the painted toenail awash in red polish.
Seeing the lips of her new pussy brought a tear of joy to Marcie’s eye. The voice soft and lilting gently replied.
“Oh I really am a woman now…look …I have a clit…lovely labia folds and a beautiful flower of a vagina…My Jasper will feel so proud of me every time he mounts me…he just loves double d-cup breasts too.”
“Your man …he have big dick?...nice size cock? We talk about your dilation schedule later.”
“Yes Jasper is gifted with size and I’ll be able to welcome every inch of the 7” inside me now.”
The knock on the door interrupted the ‘henfest’ chat of the 3 women.
“Hey Babe...brought you some flowers…hows my wife doing?...jeez those are really big tits…and look your pretty vaa-jay-jay.”
“Japser honey just think…I’m all women now …your woman…your wife for my caring and loving husband.”
“Say wanted to mention I closed on the house with Madeline…it’s ours now.”
A glance at her weddings rings Marcie looked at her husband while softly holding his hand.
“We really should send her something as a way of saying thanks.”
“I’ll take care of it honey being my housewife in a new home you’ll have plenty to keep you busy.”
Looking out the window of her new home in Portland, Oregon sitting in her bedroom Madeline saw the majesty of Mt. Hood atop the mountain range. Pulled out from the envelope the note read ‘just as you asked Madeline, enjoy best wishes Jasper’.
She opened the package and held up the pretty pair of silver-plated ear rings. To see the oval shaped orbs dipped in silver with tiny metal fish-hooks to affix to a woman’s ears one would have never thought they’d once been a pair of balls hanging encased in a ball-sac between a man’s legs.
‘Talking’ to the pair of earrings the radical feminist of a woman walked over to the earring tree on her vanity table.
”So pretty… let’s have you join your ‘sisters’ Mark…turned earrings that makes six pair of balls that will never be slapping against a woman’s vagina again….Hmmm I wonder who will be next….there are always plenty of willing males that can learn the art of feminine expression once falling under the influence of powerful women like me and Dominatrix Camille.”